My blue virtual notepad
My ever willing companion
It's comforting and loyal
Ready to serve at a gentle touch!

Yellow notes are for grocery lists
Red notes are Domino's alarm codes
Purple is my WiFi codes
And orange is for Bible verses

But Blue!
Blue is my old leather sofa
Comfortable, familiar,
Available

Blue is the warm orange log fire
That brings comfort and gives life.
My Blue notepad, like the fire,
Devours what I feed it.

My raw emotion
Unspoken hurt
Anguish, disappointment
Love, Joy, hopes and dreams.

Blue understands that Mondays are red,
Wednesdays are green and Fridays are black.

Blue doesn't mind that number 5 its blue too
Nor that the colour yellow
Is for number two.

Blue knows Enya sounds brown
Vivaldi sounds red
And Vanessa Mae white.

Blue is my blank canvas
My faithful companion
My listening ear
Blue is no mere colour

Blue is Me

Back and forth,
without a breath
the Jagged Edge  
with Acid soaked Blade,
swings without mercy

between each Swing
my bleeding Heart heals a bit,
then comes the Jagged Blade;
without mercy it cuts again
soaking my bleeding heart
with acidic Acid

i cannot stop the Blade,
it answers to no man!
but I can stop the pain!
If only I had the courage...

I'd rip my heart from my chest
and triumphantly hold it aloft;
for once to be free from Pain
before with dying Breath I slump into eternal Bliss

Pain is misunderstood
Some think it disease
Yet, disease brings either
Healing or death
Both a sweet release

No, real pain is so much more
Continuous pain
A poison twined with your blood
There is no escape
There is no cure
There is no release

Day after day
An everyday torment
That which you held dear
Destroyed by the Locusts

There I stand
In my field of dreams
With naught but bare husks
Some empty jars
And chaff in the wind

Dark clouds shroud
An ice cold heart
My limbs go numb
As my pain reminds
It's always there

This is pain,
No release
No cure
No healing
No escape
Torment day after day
In my field of dreams
Devoured by the Locusts!

Names are so queer
Nobody seems to understand
Your name has meaning
And power,
It's true
But it has also colour
Of every shade and hue

Now, Nico is red,
Bright red like blood in your head.
Fred sounds black
No problem with that
It's merely a colour
I see
When I hear your name.

Janine is pink
Or sometimes green
It all just depends
With which mood it its seen

Amy is yellow
Like a field full of daisies
In the early morning sun
Bright enough to startle a fellow.

Damian is a triangle
With earthy colours
Strong and faithful
Sprotting from there earth's foundations

John its a brown name
That much is sure
It's a brown mansion
with two towers
That houses the dame.

Dylan is blue
About that there's no doubt
God of the sea
Go on and trust me!

If your name is Catherine
Now that is quite something
It's a strong green pillar
With black leaves to adorn it.

Every sound makes a colour
Every name sounds a shape
To experience
Shut up more with mouth agape

Like master Da Vinci Taught,
Use all your senses
And instead of survive
Learn to truly live!

The great abyss

So I stand before the great abyss
Taking a breath before the plunge
Below, the unknown
The fragile porcelain might shatter
Well, it definitely will shatter!

But is it not better to break a bone
That grew askew over time
Break it to set it straight
Break it to fix it?

Maybe, we'll see
Maybe it's better
Hopefully it's better

Between sleep and awake
There's a magical land
A once place that few visit
For they drive straight through

Unsure, awake or dreaming
That is a place
Into I often venture

And discover myself,
Unguarded and true
I meet myself
There under the tree
And together add sit
I, myself and me

In the silence of night's peace
My heart beats like a drum
Duh-duhf duh-duhf

It reminds me I am still alive
That my Red blood still flows
That somewhere deep within
The African drum beats

One day, someday
Hopefully soon
I will find what makes me alive

And save my red blood
From spilling in a grave